"The tools of ignorance are all the gear worn by a catcher.
The most difficult position to play, the catcher is the on-field manager. He also gets hit by foul tips, usually breaks a few hand bones," ( looses his knees early in life from all that squatting for all those hours) "and in general sweats more than his teammates."
A while back, I was looking into baseball slang and found this. I have no clue why I wanted to know about baseball slang, but it's probably the same underlying reason why I researched jellyfish eyes. I'm ready for all things summer, including baseball. Passed ready, in fact. I doubt I'm alone though most people's desires are probably weather related, and I feel for all of you suffering through this climactic madness, but really I just hope that people forget last night by then. Actually, I'd settle for my own selective amnesia.
My tools of ignorance (stupidity?) were cold medicine and one single, albeit one large single, glass of wine. I have learned that if you decide to ignore the warning against mixing these two items, your language skill will deteriorate into sailor speak, you will spill your soup down your shirt and none of it will bother you, until the next morning, at which time you will care deeply, particularly when you remember that your contribution to a political book discussion was most memorable for its use of the the word "cliterotica". In my defense, I did try to cancel the party. I did tell everyone I was under the weather and I did refuse the wine the first two times it was offered to me. Third times a charm...
|someone shoot me...|